Sunday, May 31, 2026

Trump and the Kennedy Center- My Personal Reflections

A pair of rulings have prohibited Trump from shutting down the Kennedy Center for proposed renovations-but staffers worry that the president has already permanently broken the institution, Janay Kingsberry reports. https://theatln.tc/0DrOPJlO

The above image and clippings from the News, inspire me to write the following reflections on the Kennedy Center.

My Photo of The Kennedy Center as viewed from the GeorgeTown River Park Mall, May 17, 2026

The recent headlines about the Kennedy Center have caught my attention in a way that feels more personal than I would have expected. News of leadership changes, evolving programming priorities, and debates over the Center’s cultural direction have placed it back into the national conversation. For many, these are matters of policy and public discourse. For me, they stir something quieter, memories from a time when the Kennedy Center was woven into the rhythm of my own life.

Between 1990 and 2002, during my years at the FDA, the Kennedy Center was more than a landmark across the Potomac. It was a place where workdays softened into evenings of music, theater, and reflection. Macrine, now gone, but still very much present in memory, and I would find our way there whenever we could. Those outings were never about occasion or status. They were, in a sense, restorative. After days grounded in science, regulation, and the careful weighing of evidence, we allowed ourselves to sit in the presence of art, something less measurable, but no less essential.

Among those visits, one Fourth of July stands apart with particular clarity. Washington in July is not subtle, the heat lingers, the air feels heavy, and the city pulses with anticipation for the annual fireworks on the National Mall. That year, instead of joining the dense crowds on the Mall, we chose a different vantage point. We went to the top deck of the Kennedy Center.

From there, the celebration took on a different character. The fireworks rose in the distance, still grand, still vibrant but softened by space. The sharp bursts of sound gave way to something more muted, almost contemplative. The colors seemed to hover longer against the night sky, as if reluctant to fade. Around us, there was room to stand, to breathe, to take in the moment without being carried by the urgency of the crowd.

It felt, in a quiet way, like a privilege, not of access, but of perspective. The Kennedy Center, after all, has always occupied a unique place in the nation’s cultural life. It is both part of the public sphere and slightly apart from it, elevated not just in its physical setting but in its purpose. Watching the fireworks from its rooftop seemed to echo that dual role: connected to the national celebration, yet removed enough to invite reflection.

Macrine and I did not speak much that evening. We didn’t need to. The moment was complete in itself-shared, understood, and somehow sealed without words. Years later, it remains one of those memories that returns intact, carrying with it not just the image of fireworks, but the feeling of stillness within celebration.

Now, as the Kennedy Center navigates a new chapter-shaped by leadership decisions, artistic direction, and the expectations of a changing audience, I find myself returning to that rooftop. Institutions evolve, as they must. They respond to the times, to politics, to culture, to the shifting definitions of relevance. But what remains constant, at least for those who have passed through its spaces, is something far more personal.

For me, the Kennedy Center is not defined by headlines or organizational charts. It is defined by evenings like that one by friendship, by quiet choices, and by the unexpected clarity that comes from stepping just outside the crowd. In the end, it is not the institution alone that endures, but the memories it holds for each of us, suspended like fireworks against the night, still luminous long after they have faded.

AI Overview: 

A federal judge ruled on May 29, 2026, that President Donald Trump’s name was illegally added to the Kennedy Center and blocked the administration's plan to close the venue for a two-year renovation.
🏛️ The Legal Ruling
U.S. District Judge Christopher Cooper issued a 94-page opinion determining that the center's board of trustees overstepped its bounds. 
  • Name Removal: The judge ordered the institution to strip Trump’s name from the front portico, website, and all branding materials within 14 days. He emphasized that under the 1964 federal statute, the venue must exclusively honor John F. Kennedy, and only Congress holds the power to rename it. 
  • Closure Overturned: The court halted the planned July 2026 two-year closure. The judge labeled the board's March vote "ill-informed and seemingly preordained," noting that trustees learned of the closure via Trump's social media rather than a proper independent review.
  • The Lawsuit: The case was brought forward by Representative Joyce Beatty (D-Ohio), an ex-officio board member whose voting rights had previously been stripped by the board
💬 Trump's Response and Aftermath
Following the legal defeat, President Trump issued an incensed statement on Truth Social blasting the decision. 
  • Abandoning the Project: Trump stated he now has "no interest" in continuing the overhaul under these restrictions. 
  • Transfer to Congress: He announced that his administration would work to transfer oversight and management of the facility back to Congress.
  • Safety Warnings: Trump claimed that forcing the facility to remain open during required maintenance to its infrastructure, such as replacing aging 800-ton chillers would let "danger to the Public flourish". 
  • 🎭 Context of the Takeover
The clash follows a tumultuous period after Trump took office for his second term and placed a keen interest in reshaping Washington landmarks.
  • Board Reshuffle: The administration previously installed a handpicked board of loyalists, naming Trump as the chairman and appointing figures like Ric Grenell to leadership posts.
  • Renaming Blitz: In December, the board voted to change the venue's official title to "The Donald J. Trump and The John F. Kennedy Memorial Center for the Performing Arts".
  • Programming Backlash: The administration faced severe scrutiny from the arts community after canceling several LGBTQ+ and Pride programs. This caused prominent acts like Hamilton producers to pull out, leading ticket sales to slide to historic lows.
My Photo of the Day:
SFO Palace of Fine Arts--- 



Saturday, May 30, 2026

Persian Cuisine at Alborz, Walnut Creek

Continuing Our Food Adventure Ditas, Carenna And I Had Dinner At Alborz, Persian Restaurant A Few Blocks From THD Last Tuesday, May 26. This Was Also A Celebration Of Carenna Return To Washington DC For Her Summer Job At DOT. In Fall, She Will Start Her Master's Degree At UPenn, Philadelphia, PA. 

This Was My First Time To Indulge On Upscale Persian Food. I Love It. 

From Alborz 

Since 1988, Alborz has been sharing the rich flavors of Persian cuisine with the Bay Area, starting from our roots in East Bay Fremont. Now in Walnut Creek, we continue to honor our heritage with a menu that masterfully blends tradition and innovation. Every dish is thoughtfully crafted using the finest ingredients and cherished family recipes passed down through generations. From tender, marinated kebabs to delicately spiced stews and fragrant saffron rice, each plate reflects our unwavering commitment to authentic Persian flavors and culinary excellence.

Our elegant and welcoming atmosphere is designed to enhance your dining experience, making it ideal for both intimate dinners and grand celebrations. We pride ourselves on delivering impeccable service, ensuring that each guest feels valued and immersed in the warmth of Persian hospitality. Whether you're a first-time visitor or a loyal patron, Alborz promises a memorable journey through the flavors and traditions of Persian gastronomy.

https://alborzrestaurants.com/

Ditas and I took some photos. We ordered 2 Kabob Dishes ( beef and salmon), soup, eggplant appetizer and a dessert. Ditas and I had tea and Carenna had the Turkish Coffee.   






The Beef Kabob was so tender, it melts in my mouth    










The food was delicious but my favorite was the Eggplant Appetizer

We went to an early dinner on a week day, and we were the only patrons on the main dining area. Later on a couple came in in the Patio Area of the restaurant. However on weekends I am sure the restaurant is busy.  

Lastly, My Photo of the Day: Whole Fish Pompano Ditas and I Ordered from Andaman Thai Restaurant Just Recently


In Garlic Sauce- Yummy, indeed! 

Lastly, here are five major news items from today’s top U.S. headlines:

  1. Trump’s White House health memo says he remains in excellent health.

  2. A federal judge temporarily blocked the administration’s $1.8 billion “anti-weaponization” fund.

  3. Texas was cleared to enforce key parts of its migrant arrest law.

  4. SpaceX won a $4.16 billion U.S. Space Force contract for airborne threat tracking.

  5. A chain-reaction bus crash in Virginia killed 5 people and injured more than 40.


Friday, May 29, 2026

June 1: My Three-Years of Residency Here at THD

Three years ago, I made a decision that many people my age eventually face. I moved into an active senior living community. It was not a retreat from life, but rather a thoughtful step toward living it more simply and perhaps more fully. I came for the practical reasons: fewer worries about home maintenance, regular meals, organized activities, and the comfort of transportation services when needed. But like many transitions in life, what I expected and what I experienced have not been exactly the same.

In my first year here, the place felt almost like an extension of independent living with a social twist. At the dining tables, conversations were lively and wide-ranging. Most residents walked in on their own. A couple used wheelchairs, a few relied on walkers, and one or two, like me used a cane for balance and reassurance. It felt, in a quiet way, like a community holding steady against time.

Now, three years later, the picture has changed.

The number of walkers and cane users have multiplied, perhaps fourfold. Walkers are no longer a rarity. Some familiar faces no longer appear in the dining room because they have moved on to assisted living or memory care. And then there are the absences that feel heavier, those who are no longer with us at all. Just recently, two of my regular mealtime companions passed away. Their chairs sit empty, but their presence lingers in memory, in shared jokes, in unfinished conversations.

It is impossible not to notice these changes. Aging, when observed from a distance, is an abstract concept. But here, it is visible in real time, in real people, people you know, dine with, laugh with. It becomes personal.

And yes, I sometimes find myself asking the quiet question: When will it be my turn?

At ninety-one, I understand that this is not a morbid thought, but an honest one. It is part of the arithmetic of aging. We all know the direction the road leads; what we do not know is the timing. Living in a community like this simply brings that reality closer into view.

But here is the other side of that same coin.

I still write my daily blogs. I still play bridge four times a week. I still look forward to the weekly calls and visits from my children. And perhaps most importantly, I still find joy in the small, consistent rituals that shape my days, including my weekly one-hour whole-body massage, now a part of my life for over twenty-nine months. That hour, each week, is not just about physical comfort; it is a reminder that I am still here, still present, still capable of experiencing care, connection, and a sense of well-being.

Living in an active senior community has taught me that aging is not a single moment or event, it is a gradual unfolding. Some days it feels like loss: loss of mobility, loss of friends, loss of certainty. Other days, it feels like clarity. You begin to understand what truly matters, because so much else has fallen away.

What remains, for me, is surprisingly simple: connection, routine, reflection, and a continued curiosity about life itself.

I have also come to realize that living alone within a community is a unique experience. You are independent, yet never entirely alone. There is comfort in knowing that help is nearby, that a friendly face is just a short walk or a short ride away. But there is also a quiet space where you meet your own thoughts more directly. In that space, questions arise about time, about legacy, about meaning.

And perhaps that is the real gift of this stage of life.

We are given the opportunity to observe, to reflect, and to appreciate in ways that are often missed in younger years. The laughter at the dining table may be softer now, the steps slower, the circle smaller but the awareness is sharper.

Yes, I notice the walkers. Yes, I notice the empty chairs. And yes, I occasionally wonder about my own timeline. But I also notice that I am still here.

Still writing. Still thinking. Still feeling. And for today-that is enough.

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Here are some photos of Me and my Activities  during my 3-year residency here at THD
Ditas giving a Talk to All the Residents-Elders -our Guardian of Democracy











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